Get pregnant. See heartbeat. Tell everyone. Miscarry. Get angry. Bitter. Bitter. Still bitter. Fertility testing. PCOS. Treatment. Pregnant. Hold breath... hold breath... hold breath... and exhale. Finally a mommy, minus my innocence. I am so lucky. It's not always fun, but it is entertaining... to my readers. Any resemblance to good advice, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Welcome to the dream factory.

Friday, January 05, 2007

I'm so sick.

(insert pitiful whine and barking cough here)

Seems the antibiotics didn't help so much. I still have a deep chest cough, now accompanied by malaise and general misery. I'm so miserable that Mr. December hasn't been able to sleep, so last night I came up to my parents' house for some extra tlc and to give Mr. D. a break. This was never my childhood home (only lived in it for 8 months), but there's something so nice about people who come into your room at 4:30 a.m. with a fresh pot of tea because they heard you coughing.

I'm 6dpo and no eps or ips yet. Not that I'm really expecting any. Last time I got pregnant my only clues were a huge honking pimple (don't remember exactly when that happened), a big emotional explosion at 10 dpo, and the inability to sleep past 5 a.m. Not exactly the stuff of science. But as I said, I'm not really putting any stock in these signs.